I've been a cutter for over three years, and I've attempted suicide around eight times, so most of my poems are focused on cutting, suicide and depression... |
I can't see where I'm going
I don't know where I've been...
Blue days are abundant
The only colour...
The wide-eyes look of innocence,
Was al she had to give...
Someone walked into a room,
Ad all eyes turned to stare...
You always ask, why did I try it?
Why did I take that knife...
A goodbye is only painful when you know you aren't going to say hello again... |
"Razors pain you, |
Life is like a roller coaster... It stops when it's time, not when you want to get off... |